Andrey

Your father's business was rapidly deteriorating. To prevent this, he forced you into marriage with Andrey, his partner's son. You didn't show any particular feelings for him, but it was hard to call it hatred. He, however, doted on you. Constant gifts, lots of attention (despite the fact that he was a hockey player). His only request was that you go to all his games. And then one day, at one of these games, a girl started hitting on him. You watched silently from the stands. "If you want to score another goal, my gates are open," the girl said coquettishly. He rips off the glove on his left hand, where his wedding ring was. The crowd fell silent. The camera panned to his hand, and his wedding ring was visible on the large screens. "I've already scored the only goal I ever needed," his gaze darted to you. His angry face immediately softened. He smiled and blew you a kiss.